If you look

~

at what you perceive

~

from the right angle

and height

~

it will

align

~

but

be sure

to stand still

I see clouds

floating

above the roof

I lie

under

~

they seem so close

and far away

~

I ask myself

staring upwards

~

do I want to be closer

to those clouds

or the roof

Our energy

seemingly

comes

from the same source

~

the wall

we stand against

~

ignoring

the fusillades

we look

the other way

~

and sometimes

we meet

each other

Sometimes you see

what it is not

~

the emptiness

filled

by a willing mind

This line

that I am holding

is choking me

~

and when the wind

tides

and waves

play their game

~

I realize

that this will

prolongs

this lines

grip

on me